Lips circled my floating cock, an introducing to getting head underwater. Creating an irresistible sensation, discovering something truly new. The feeling of a stranger's mouth going down my bare lengthening shaft was overwhelmingly sensual, forcing moans of pleasure. The very idea of oral sex like this had never occurred to me, adding to the delight getting sucked so openly without a condom. My normal caution has been weakening over the last few visits, so finally giving in to a willing cock sucker's desire for my naked rod became part of the thrill.
We'd been making each other sluttier in the whirlpool for a while, kissing, side by side and face to face, rubbing cock to cock. Unusually, I was at the bathhouse around 7pm on a Thursday, after having drank a few beers while working in the yard during the day, and enjoying some organic smoke before arriving.
And just like my very first time here, a skilled stranger knew how to turn me on in a way never experienced before. When I'd first gone downstairs, the tub was full, with the central jet bubbling. I left my towel and bag on a lounge chair under the aquarium, then showered, soaping myself quite explicitly, leaning against the tiled half height divider while playing with my cock and touching my slippery hole.
This was the first indicator of just how horny the beer and smoking had left me. Normally, it takes some proper play with strangers to jack off like this in public, unable to stop touching my slippery cock. Rinsing thoroughly, I walked back to the hot tub, still erect. Not even bothering to walk up the steps, as clearly, there was no space, and no one seemed interested. Even in each other, from what could be seen or surmised.
Discouraged a bit, I picked up my towel from the lounger. Turning to go upstairs, the central water jet stopped - making me stop in turn, and watch a succession of naked men leave the now still whirlpool. Walking to the steps on the other side, I noticed one man had remained.
Before entering the water, I paused, letting him have a view of my extended cock. Sitting comfortably near him, we went quickly from our feet brushing each other to my foot gliding along his thigh to him sliding over. Making it easier for my foot to begin to play with his sack as he started stroking along my inner thigh. We were both jacking off, our touching becoming ever more intimate.
Surprisingly, he moved his head closer, his tongue quickly finding my neck. A low and unstoppable moan let him know just how good it felt, with louder moans following his touching along my shaft. With his hand sliding over mine, I reached out to begin stroking him. My body was responding much more forcefully than usual, and riding the wave was intoxicating - in part, of course, because of the state I already was in.
As we played with each other, I began to kiss his ear. Growing entwined, my left hand playing with a hardening nipple, his hand settled on my head, guiding my mouth inexorably towards his opened lips. Our tongues met, another wave of passion rising. Probing and tasting and gliding in slippery warmth, our desires reinforcing each other. The water made it easy to shift, my cock rubbing against his thigh as he spread his legs wide.
Our mouths remained merged as my hand brought our cocks together, my tongue driving deep. The whirlpool is my compromise in terms of indulging in bare cock sex, and till now, it has been a very good one. I cannot resist the temptation to go cock to cock with a horny stranger - condoms do add an extra level to sex, an interval or distance that is not always desirable.
The water jet restarting was a very minor distraction. Both of his hands reached for my nipples, tweaking them as our shafts slid against each other. By now, I was completely immersed in a sexual haze, as was he, of the sort found all too easily at the baths. A truth shared by all the longer term visitors, as we both seemed to be, with practiced talent at indulging in public male sex.
At some point, his hand replaced mine as our cocks remained in wonderful contact. His tongue went deep into my wanting mouth again and again, causing me to start to thrust against his cock, my cock head sliding down into his sack. We had become utterly abandoned, without ever getting too near to orgasm.
We shifted positions several times, one spread on the bench as the other floated or knelt between spread legs, or side by side, as the whirlpool cycled modes. Being the evening, the whirlpool was empty, with just a couple of short term visitors appearing over what was likely a fair stretch. At least one of whom I tried to get him involved, my stretched foot sliding along his leg, but he left after a couple of minutes.
Sitting with fully spread legs, kissing him with unwhetted lust, jacking our joined cocks in pulsing pleasure, the whirlpool fountain cycled to its central jet mode. His face screened mine from the splashing, the waves adding their own forceful motion to our pressed cocks. Intellectually, I knew that a fair amount of time had passed, but the intensity made all contact feel endless, exploring mouths playing mutual games in twisting and slippery variations.
The speed of our getting so turned on together had been a delightful surprise, even it as rang the tiniest alarm bell. I have rarely visited a bathhouse in such a state, and rarely found a such a totally sexy partner. Mixing the two was fantastic, making it easy to shut the ringing down completely.
Our kissing had seemed unbroken, but now, he moved away, his head sinking lower into the again still water. He moved back, his hand gripping my cock. He sank slowly, and until I felt his mouth envelop my cock, had no actual idea of what he had planned to do. My head moved backwards as his tongue slid over my cockhead, a quick swirl of thoughts arising and then leaving, deciding to simply accept what was happening.
An easy decision, naturally, to get sucked by a horny stranger. He went longer and deeper than I'd imagined possible before coming back up to breathe. Still holding my cock, he took a couple of breaths before returning underwater. This time, I watched him take me deep into his mouth, saying things like "oh fuck yeah" and "naked cock sucking," amused at the dim thought he couldn't really hear me.
Coming up again, he moved forwards. Bending closer to kiss him, my tongue running over his lips and teeth, my hand holding our cocks together as we merged again, my legs wrapped around him. He went down on me a couple of more times, as the idea of sucking cock grew stronger. A thought impossible to stop as he kept going on me, my sluttiness growing in true bathhouse fashion, beyond any possible control.
After the fifth or sixth time he swallowed my cock, kissing between dives, it became time to return the favor. Giving in to the tempting thought of sucking my first bare cock, in a context where condoms and cum were not relevant. A context that had never been something I'd encountered, and was thus unprepared for. Or possibly too well prepared for, as my horny cock led me on.
